Needsleep259’s Weblog

The major stores would have us think Christmas was immediately following Halloween, judging by the Christmas music playing as I passed the Halloween clearance sales. So if I’m a little late blogging about Halloween, blame it on being distracted by Santa. We had a good Halloween here in Georgia – mostly treats.

My little one was dressed as the Leopard Princess. What, you say you never heard of that? Well, don’t tell Gia because she was a beauty in her little spotted one piece with puffy sleeves and tutu. She had a leopard headband we kept losing, with little cat ears. She had the “trick or treat” down pat and carried her little Elmo bucket, because Elmo is always her first love. We did offer her an Elmo costume, but you would have thought we were trying to give her a timeout from her reaction. Ok, no Elmo.

All day Gia eagerly awaited the moment to beg candy. At four we couldn’t hold her back anymore, so off we go with the wagon around the corner. She rings the first doorbell, then walks right in as if she owns the place. The trick was getting her to leave. We finally got her to go to meet her biological grandmother. Grandma had dressed for the occasion. Sorta. You could say she half dressed, showing up in a tight silk gown missing it’s top, or so one would think. She had a long blond wig and 3 inch stilettos. Umm, is it uncharitable of me to think trick, not treat? Sorry, but put her on a corner and she would be hauled off to jail. Still, she showed up and I’m not being nice.  Anyway, Grandma can move in those heels and her “girls” as she puts it, didn’t fall out hardly at all.

We found out no one goes out till dark for Halloween. We were done before the first round of kids hit our door. And kept on hitting it. All in all, we had over 60 kids come. I shut it down at 9, after getting some  kids that were old enough to drive themselves around. I learned Gia, at two, had better manners than half the kids that ran off without a thank you, which was a proud parent moment for me. Some parents let their young ones go out alone, which to me was scarier than anything I saw that night, with the exception of Grandma. I also learned that I still care what people think, embarrassed when we met our neighbors for the first time.  Next year Grandma can come with us again, but this time I’ll dress up. Think camouflage.